Fire Hydrant

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Blessed (UK) - Electronic, Rap

Fire Hydrant

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[Intro] Aye Man wanna chat about Aye [Verse 1] Man wanna chat about prince of grime Now their throwing up gang signs, doing up drill How's man chatting about a guy That man told you "SUCK YOUR MUM!" and you chilled My man never been on the field If I bat man, watch a man move still Mans doing up gang, now he makes bans That's backwards, brudda are not real My boots skirty, been though the mud then the rain It's know niggas can vouch That tow is a joke ting Prince of grime, now you're doing up house (what is this?) I ain't gonna say no names cuz I don't want clout Look, man just know (allow it) Everybody wanna be road till they go tips off And you gotta be rolled What you gonna do when it all kicks off I don't wanna hear man chat like Rick Ross My chris rock you will never let no shots Them man just lit box But let me leave man alone I'm in my zone trying to leave out The phones but bro telling me he got beef for the low Like [?] they all got me on the roads If these new gentlemen took the elves That I thought, they would have gave up twice Thought that man would have gave up life They felt like I'm built me, I'm built like a stainless knife My brains on slides that shot me I've never been an aimless guy Trying to stay brought away from the dangerous life And you know I won't stop to my name in lights Speaking of light, bro got one a Headie One soul One phone call, get anyone gone Call to with the kitty bus, bus Kitty Blessed, say "know that it's more than a song" I'm a don what I'm on How come you know it's jam? But I ain't gonna bag it, I want one But you can still get cut like end of a song [Bridge] I don't do "ifs" or "buts", it's only absolutes I'm the truth, them brother just spitting it sounds like the news It's fake propaganda for the use I don't drive a man what drive And I ain't got no eyes But I'm gonna get ice, tent him Man I gotta say that twice Bro fall back like [?] rice [Verse 2] Them man ain't got no history I pity them fools like Mr. T I'm a big man, them man are a kid to me Bro rinse off the thing like listerine Guessing, I make girl sing for me In the kitchen we don't whip into me Think I care for man's got in for me On sight, show man about in for me In for me What? none of these pricks ever been in a bundle Selling out thoughts Fiend's all bailing me of, he wants lots What are you gonna do when the door's coming off? What? nou've never had it on top The new generation ain't on squat I've got your girlfriend doing up squats Done it in new bull, done it in squats If I caught my gloves and mask in the end, fuck corona virus Side for the East, they know where I live I'm blessed when I step so I post a mice chip Sometimes I still posted a gang No long thig, man take over the gaff I love your mum Man doing up B Young Gs coming in and out of the flash That's, that's, that's long like tryna move a brick in plebs That's long Blessed fall off, nah burdda, that's wrong Give girl pipe in the mouth like [?] That's, that's, that's long like tryna move a brick in plebs That's long Blessed fall off, nah burdda, that's wrong Give girl pipe in the mouth like [?]

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  • Blessed (UK)